Dranouter Daze

 

I'm one of the Flag Crackers of Craven.

I say it with the greatest of pride.

And with every chance, that I can get.

I'll be out dancing, with my side.

 

One cold wintry practice night;

When the practice, was almost done.   

Our Squire exclaimed, with great delight.

"We've been invited to dance in the sun!"

 

"Someplace over in Belgium,

Dranouter, they say."

"The Belgians want us over,

And they're going to pay."

 

"It's a big folk festival;

Held every year."

 "They're offering us free accommodation;

 Free food...  And free BEER!"

 

 Upon hearing this, the Flag Crackers agreed.

 That a few days in Belgium was just what we need.

 Without further ado, the arrangements were made.

 The coach and ferry, virtually paid!

 

 In no time at all, I found the tick list.

 For sure, this dance out was not to be missed.

 With mounting excitement, my name I put down.

 Oh please third of August, please hurry around!

 

 So now in the Post Office queue, I stand.

 With Passport application form in hand.

 My first time abroad, and oh!  What a chance.

 To go over to Belgium, to Morris dance!